Don’t nobody want smoke with the six god
I pull up to your town like a pit stop, think this #ss number one ’till he get got
Turn your block into, uh, turn your block into hueco mundo
b#tch, you online writing stories like kubo, i’ll pull a b#tch n#gg# card like it’s uno
Resurrection 〈.?.〉
I’ll bring him back to put him in a hole
Take his b#tch to go
Like i bought her #ss from the chinese store
I might pull up in a jaguar
Blow his b#tch head off, if that n#gg# act hard
Buck fifty, i f#ck around and stab y’all
f#ck is you grilling me for? what you mad for?
You seeing defeat, i’m aiming straight at his top for the three peat, uh
Pantera if i up the steel, if you know then you know that’s gg, uh
Shorty put ice on my arm, that’s a vv, he do not ball, send ’em back to the g league
Combos to his face, stop tryna be me, cut off my arm ’cause this sh#t was too еasy
Woah, they brought me back for the rеpeat, huh
I gave them six like a td, huh
I left them bloody like gg, huh
I swear the opps is decreasing, huh
You gon’ need more to defeat me
My presence is known, and they all start retreating
Competing? i promise there’s no one that’s eating
Like me, when i turn to the beast, i’m deleting the scenes
Not from the strength of the team
But the aim from the blue of this beam
I get him cooked, filetted, steamed!
Then brought him back to served right in front of his team
You thought you stopping a king?
We running the rematch, get knocked out the ring
I’m running his fade, get edged up from the swing
I’m lining him up, then push him back like huh, what?
Speaking up will get your crew cut
Aim at your top, heart, gut
I left them quiet – mouth shut
Step to the six – are you stupid or what?
Never missing, with a pen, i’m like mercy with it
Killing you is like a mercy killing
Wasn’t kidding when i said the kid was killing
Better mind your business ‘fore i end up killing
Different flow, but a same approach
You and your friends, killing ’em both
I’m a ticking time bomb, when you see the glow
I’m ticking to blow, i’m ready to go
I stay winning, my sword, i gotta stay with it
Insane, i’m killing while i’m over here grinning
No pain inflicted while i’m out there sinning
Hit him with the beam, got his ears ringing
Hit ’em with a drum, hear them all singing
Leave him in a ditch, got his body swimming
Said he was eating me, said he was killing me
Nah, homie, that boy’s tripping
When facing my foes, i show no pity
Run around town, y’all feeling real dizzy
Pack ’em with rounds, that scene ain’t pretty
Hit the boy with a chop, now i’m running your city
Ay, yeah
Yeah, i’m back with it
Yeah, i’m back from the dead, i ain’t having it
Losing my spot, no, i ain’t having it
I’ve been on top for a minute, i don’t plan on looking back
This ain’t a prop that i’m gripping, finna take you off the map
Catch an op ever slipping, finna stab him in the back
I keep that smith up on my hip, man, that boy is getting slapped
We could never be the same, so let me split the difference
That boy been talking too much, promise, he will end up missing
That boy is all up on my timeline in somebody’s business
I’m posted on your block, i’m on a mission, that’s the difference-that’s the difference
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